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If I were to dream the worst

If I were to dream the worst,
Perhaps it is far better to fall and die in the abyss of the mountain I love, than from the flames of the volcano my heart never intended to conquer.

For to reach that abyss, I would have still felt the the strength of the mountains, the quiet of the forests, the light of the stars, the flow of the streams that become a waterfall after having coursed through their journey’s length. I would have seen many traveler’s faces, kissed many stones, let the fishes swim inside me and allowed the sun to make rainbows on my body.